Alive and Well in a New World…

Hey Everyone,

Just a quick update. I am finally on the farm property in Vryheid, Natal. Things are going well but my throat is trying to get sore… blah!
I wanted everyone to know that the internet is available out here but is definitely limited during normal hours. From midnight till 6am it is free and unlimited. So I will have to try to figure out how to post & upload everything then.

The most important thing is that I want everyone to understand that I already have several stories typed and lots of photos and pictures to go with them. So please have faith and be patient, I am doing the best I can with what I have and there will be plenty more to come. The stories will be slightly old but they will still be posted in chronological order. I would put them all up right now but it would use too much data for the daily allowance of the satellite internet.

Thanks and I hope you all enjoy what is to come.

Oh, interesting side note. We were driving on a highway yesterday coming home from Limpopo and there was a decent sized Black Mamba crossing the road (about 7 feet). It was quite a site and I sure hope to never see one of those out in the bush! Stone cold dead in 20 minutes or less… Ouch!

And as exciting as this all is it is still a bit lonely as I thought it would be. So as always comments and emails are always appreciated and nice to read when I have some down time =)

Take care everyone!

-The Jonny

Divine Providence VIA Uhaul rental truck???

Getting everything moved into storage was an enormous undertaking and I couldn’t have done it without my family’s help. It’s amazing how much “crap” one has but you never realize this until you have to organize and pack it all piece by piece. And being that I had many heavier boxes & items it was going to be pretty tough to just rely on the free pickup truck usage that came with my storage unit.

My mom said we needed a Uhaul rental truck because it has a nice ramp you can pull out and walk the boxes up instead of having to jump up into the back of a pickup truck every time. I thought about it for a few seconds and realized she was right. So we called up the local rental location which was a small one, they only had about 3 trucks. Out of those 3 trucks one of them was the small size that I was interested in.
We pulled up and went inside and did the paperwork, afterwards he walked us out and pointed out which one was ours. “That’s the one, right over there.” He said. My jaw nearly dropped off my face and shattered on the ground. Take a look for yourself and see what was on the truck.

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Now I don’t care if you are religious, agnostic, superstitious, only believe in fortune cookies or what, but I think it is impossible for anyone to deny that at the very least, this was a incredible coincidence. These trucks have hundreds of different designs on them and for this truck to be the size I wanted at my local location… Well I can’t believe this is anything short of an absolute sign this is meant to be. I knew all along in my gut that I was supposed to go to Africa, and this was just one great big confirmation for me. I’ll take this over a crusty fortune cookie any day!

Cheers!

-The Jonny

CZ 458 Lott, First Timer…

Jumping right in there…

My friend Clyde, who just so happens to be an awesome guy secured my rifle Friday morning (May 3rd, 2013). I was so excited to hear from him because I knew what a phone call from him most likely meant… IT came in. My lifeline. Sure enough after a few pleasantries, in my excitement I asked “So how does it look? Does it look ok?” Clyde responded, “Ya, it’s a fine looking gun… but I didn’t know you ordered a pink stock on it?”

I cringed and doubled over for about 1 second… then I realized, he’s a pretty humorous fella and was just messing with me (of course he was, which manufacturer produces dangerous game safari rifles with a pink stock? DUH! Hahaha!). I was just too high strung. And so I laughed it off about one second later, absolutely cracked me up. I was so happy to hear my bread and butter FINALLY came in, and that I was going to have it for my trip after all. Many thanks Clyde! And also many many thanks to Jason Morton and Kipp Oertle at CZ in Kansas City! You guys totally delivered even on such short notice and I am extremely grateful.

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So here we were today, I went out with my Great Uncle, Dad and friends to the range as usual and shot some skeet. I did three rounds and scored 22, 23(doubles) and the last a straight. What a way to end it! I was so happy because my dad doesn’t come out too often and so he finally got to see me shoot a straight this morning.

Then we went down to the rifle range to test out my new loads with my new CZ 550 Safari Magnum American in 458 Lott and a kevlar synthetic stock. With a load of 82 grains of Benchmark (thank you Tom ol’ buddy), a 450 grain Barnes TSX bullet, Hornady brass and a Winchester Large Rifle Magnum primer we had great results. Average FPS was about 2400. Accuracy was good, (target was set at 30 yards) but I think I could use a little more practice with the gun to get my point of impact where I want it (My shots tended to go to the left a few inches). All in all for seven shots, I think it and I did just fine for open sights and free standing/using shooting sticks. I sure wouldn’t want to be a Cape Buffalo down-range, lets put it that way ::winks::

Also, thank you to my good buddy George for the photos below:

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And please check out the HD video below as well (thanks Dad for filming!):

Some people say it kicks like a mule, and I say the power behind that kick is pure confidence for my being. For the time may come that I need that powerful stopper more than anything…

Cheers!

-The Jonny

Internet Access & Flowing with the Motion in the Ocean….

Ok so I went to Verizon today and got some shifty and super shady Indian guy to “help” me. (Nothing against Indian fellows, truly this guy was shady I tell you!!!) Anyways, I could never get a straight answer out of him when it came to charges and fees, he kept changing his story and switching things up on me. Hell I practically had to beat the answers outta the guy! He wouldn’t even print me out or give me a sheet that gave me the plans details on it, or a breakdown of charges/fees. Finally after I continued to be persistent with my detail oriented questions I found out what I would ACTUALLY be paying. Well lemme tell you, it aint peanuts, and I aint no pachyderm.

Long story short, I’m not getting a mobile hotspot device/satellite card here in America. I’m looking into options over there and as a last resort I’m really hoping my PH has some decent connection I can leech off of .

If there’s one thing preparing for this whole trip has taught me, it’s to take a step back, take a deep breath and flooooooow with it. *siiigh*

-The Jonny

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Time…

I need more.
I cannot begin to share with you how much there is to still do and finalize. I am doing the best I can and completing so, so much everyday, but I am a pinch short from what I wish I could have. I am a logical man, and I can reasonably determine how much time I need for the tasks at hand and I will have to make some sacrifices.

Some corners must be cut…

-The Jonny

Pictures Pt.2

Continued…
**Once again, be sure to click to enlarge. Then click on the photo to continue cycling through to the next enlarged photo. The panorama image is too wide and is having problems so you cannot enlarge that at this time unfortunately.

This is a good view of what the landscape looked like in Namibia.

This is a good view of what the landscape looked like in Namibia.

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Ostrich Filet, Mmmm!

Ostrich Filet, Mmmm!

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Jaco Van Der Merwe, my PH in Namibia.

Jaco Van Der Merwe, my PH in Namibia.

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Can you tell if we are happy???

Can you tell if we are happy???

Snoek fish!!!

Snoek fish!!!

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Finally Some Pictures! Pt. 1

These are a mixture of pictures from my first trip to Africa. Anything that looks fairly like a desert is most likely when we were in Namibia, and anything that looks fairly lush and green is most likely South Africa near Cape Town.

***Be sure to click on the photos to see larger versions of them.

-The Jonny

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Jackal

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Springbok

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Mrs. Hartman's Mountain Zebra. Yes that is the full name! Haha.

Mrs. Hartman’s Mountain Zebra. Yes that is the full name! Haha.

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Gemsbok

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Steenbok

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SCI Los Angeles Fundraiser – Festival of the Hunt

It’s that time of the year again! These are always great events with Safari Club International and I always meet and talk to so many wonderful people here. They had firearms galore to raffle off along with everything from trips to gadgets. I decided not to try my hand at any of these additional expenses only because I need to be saving for my upcoming trip.

As always I went with my Aunt and Great Uncle. We had a wonderful time together and they are always happy to introduce me to some of their long time friends I have never met before, which is always a pleasure.

I am entirely humbled by the idea of being able to help guide some friends and close ones hunting trips in the near future to South Africa & Zimbabwe. This is my honor and I only hope I can come through for them in the most respectable way.  It is not every day you can meet good people here on the West Coast of the United States and soon meet up with them mathematically on the opposite side of the world!

Best wishes to us all!

-The Jonny

The famous African Safari Trio!

The famous African Safari Trio!

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"I have six hundred here, do I hear seven!?!?"

“I have six hundred here, do I hear seven!?!?”

T-Minus Nine Days and Counting…

As happy and relieved as I am to wake up casually every morning,  my day is really, mostly one long anxiety festival, haha.  It’s flooded with calls and emails and organizing and packing. I’m sure glad I saved a bit of money up because all the equipment and everything else is adding up EXTREMELY fast dollar wise.

I’ve had several great parties with both sides of my family, some friends and one with my Safari Club International comrades and my buddies from the range. They have all been spectacular and it was good to ensure seeing everyone one last time. And boy does my Great Uncle cook the best BBQ turkey in town! I hope I can compete with those skills one day.

I believe I have secured my purchases on my hunting rifle and my laptop so far. Both will get to me within days (if I’m lucky) of leaving. I also managed to squeeze in one last eye doctor appointment. I am happy to report my eye sight is pretty good and the even better news is my right eye (my sighting eye) is even sharper.

Tonight is going to be an awesome dinner at a good steak house with the “Pops”. I figured we better have one last Hoorah before I ship out. I’ve been starving myself for the last bit of this day so I can go to town on a nice juicy beef steak  <grins>  It might be a while till I get another. I’ve also made it a point to get my fill of Mexican food, because they sure as heck don’t have that out in Africa!!! Same with Martini’s!

Mmmmm… Cheers!

-The Jonny

Mutiny…

Tie your shoe laces, look both ways, keep that action open, come to a complete stop, finger off the trigger, double check that, cut away from yourself,  the list goes on and on. I was raised well by any standards to be aware of the right things to do in life, the right steps to take in order to be successful or efficient. My father is a great teacher in these things. Especially financially. “Save, invest and compound!” he would say over and over to me. Teaching me that you don’t get ahead by being in debt and to plan ahead for future expenditures foreseen and unforeseen. These teachings have served me well.

Managing my money wasn’t really something I had to worry about until I was about 8 years old. I think my weekly allowance started around $1. And that was after the laundry list of chores were completed to their rigorous military specs.

This is just one example I am using but my point is that essentially my whole life I have walked the straight and narrow. I haven’t really skewed from it almost at all. Which I would believe by today’s standards is pretty rare. Only in the past few years have I even peeked out from that little box of a world I was living in and did a few things that would be considered out of character by people that know me.  I’ve been scrimping and saving in order to buy a house more recently in the volatile housing market of Southern California, and guess what? Now that’s out the window too. At least for now.

I’ve done a great job setting up my life to be a “good” one. Whatever “good” means anyways. I’m pretty tired of the office life. I would see my coworkers more than I see my own family. I would spend the majority of my waking hours at work or commuting to and from it on crowded LA freeways where the grim reaper hides behind the faces of thousands of souls that could care less about my body and well being. I couldn’t tell you how many times and how frequently I dodged death or something damned near close to it. People would sacrifice your life and limb just to change lanes and get to work 5 seconds faster. Is this what I am living for? Society tells me this is the good life, but is it really?

Well I’ll tell you, my little piece of heaven is the outdoors and a rifle on my shoulder, clean air, clean fresh food and clean water.

Have you ever flown back into LAX and as your landing you can clearly see the layers of smog you’re entering so thick and viscous  you’d swear the plane is floating more than it is flying? It’s disgusting. And yet we live here day to day and we don’t really give it too much thought. Travel to a far off place where the air is still pure and almost entirely untouched and you’ll be able to see and feel how much of a difference there is. When I traveled to Namibia I kept catching myself taking deep breaths of cool clean air. I didn’t really notice it at the time but I looked back shortly after and it hit me. My lungs were in love!!!

Sometimes a little bit of crazy is just what we need in our lives. My tank has been running on empty and it’s time for a harsh and sudden pit stop.

 

-The Jonny